Dejection: An Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Late late yestreen I saw the new moon	A
With the old moon in her arms	B
And I fear I fear my master dear	C
We shall have a deadly storm	D
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence	E
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I	-
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Well If the Bard was weather wise who made	F
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence	E
This night so tranquil now will not go hence	E
Unroused by winds that ply a busier trade	F
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes	G
Or the dull sobbing draft that moans and rakes	G
Upon the strings of this Aeolian lute	H
Which better far were mute	H
For lo the New moon winter bright	I
And overspread with phantom light	I
With swimming phantom light o'erspread	I
But rimmed and circled by a silver thread	I
I see the old Moon in her lap foretelling	J
The coming on of rain and squally blast	I
And oh that even now the gust were swelling	J
And the slant night shower driving loud and fast	I
Those sounds which oft have raised me whilst they awed	I
And sent my soul abroad	I
Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give	K
Might startle this dull pain and make it move and live	L
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II	-
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A grief without a pang void dark and drear	C
A stifled drowsy unimpassioned grief	M
Which finds no natural outlet no relief	M
In word or sigh or tear	C
O Lady in this wan and heartless mood	I
To other thoughts by yonder throstle wooed	I
All this long eve so balmy and serene	N
Have I been gazing on the western sky	-
And its peculiar tint of yellow green	N
And still I gaze and with how blank an eye	-
And those thin clouds above in flakes and bars	O
That give away their motion to the stars	O
Those stars that glide behind them or between	N
Now sparkling now bedimmed but always seen	N
Yon crescent Moon as fixed as if it grew	C
In its own cloudless starless lake of blue	C
I see them all so excellently fair	C
I see not feel how beautiful they are	C
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III	-
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My genial spirits fail	P
And what can these avail	P
To lift the smothering weight from off my breast	I
It were a vain endeavour	C
Though I should gaze forever	C
On that green light that lingers in the west	I
I may not hope from outward forms to win	Q
The passion and the life whose fountains are within	Q
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IV	M
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O Lady we receive but what we give	M
And in our life alone does Nature live	M
Ours is her wedding garment ours her shroud	I
And would we aught behold of higher worth	R
Than that inanimate cold world allowed	I
To the poor loveless ever anxious crowd	I
Ah from the soul itself must issue forth	S
A light a glory a fair luminous cloud	I
Enveloping the Earth	R
And from the soul itself must there be sent	I
A sweet and potent voice of its own birth	R
Of all sweet sounds the life and element	I
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V	M
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O pure of heart thou need'st not ask of me	M
What this strong music in the soul may be	M
What and wherein it doth exist	I
This light this glory this fair luminous mist	I
This beautiful and beauty making power	C
Joy virtuous Lady Joy that ne'er was given	T
Save to the pure and in their purest hour	C
Life and Life's effluence cloud at once and shower	C
Joy Lady is the spirit and the power	C
Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower	C
A new Earth and new Heaven	T
Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud	I
Joy is the sweet voice Joy the luminous cloud	I
We in ourselves rejoice	U
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight	I
All melodies the echoes of that voice	U
All colours a suffusion from that light	I
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VI	M
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There was a time when though my path was rough	M
This joy within me dallied with distress	V
And all misfortunes were but as the stuff	M
Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness	W
For hope grew round me like the twining vine	X
And fruits and foliage not my own seemed mine	X
But now afflictions bow me down to earth	R
Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth	R
But oh each visitation	T
Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth	R
My shaping spirit of Imagination	T
For not to think of what I needs must feel	Y
But to be still and patient all I can	Z
And haply by abstruse research to steal	Y
From my own nature all the natural man	Z
This was my sole resource my only plan	Z
Till that which suits a part infects the whole	A2
And now is almost grown the habit of my soul	A2
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VII	M
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Hence viper thoughts that coil around my mind	I
Reality's dark dream	B2
I turn from you and listen to the wind	I
Which long has raved unnoticed What a scream	B2
Of agony by torture lengthened out	I
That lute sent forth Thou Wind that rav'st without	I
Bare crag or mountain tairn or blasted tree	M
Or pine grove whither woodman never clomb	B2
Or lonely house long held the witches' home	B2
Methinks were fitter instruments for thee	M
Mad Lutanist who in this month of showers	C2
Of dark brown gardens and of peeping flowers	C2
Mak'st Devils' yule with worse than wintry song	D2
The blossoms buds and timorous leaves among	E2
Thou actor perfect in all tragic sounds	F2
Thou mighty poet e'en to frenzy bold	I
What tell'st thou now about	I
'Tis of the rushing of an host in rout	I
With groans of trampled men with smarting wounds	G2
At once they groan with pain and shudder with the cold	I
But hush there is a pause of deepest silence	H2
And all that noise as of a rushing crowd	I
With groans and tremulous shudderings all is over	C
It tells another tale with sounds less deep and loud	I
A tale of less affright	I
And tempered with delight	I
As Otway's self had framed the tender lay	I2
'Tis of a little child	I
Upon a lonesome wild	I
Not far from home but she hath lost her way	I2
And now moans low in bitter grief and fear	C
And now screams loud and hopes to make her mother hear	C
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VIII	M
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'Tis midnight but small thoughts have I of sleep	J2
Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep	J2
Visit her gentle Sleep with wings of healing	J
And may this storm be but a mountain birth	R
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling	J
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth	R
With light heart may she rise	K2
Gay fancy cheerful eyes	K2
Joy lift her spirit joy attune her voice	U
To her may all things live from pole to pole	A2
Their life the eddying of her living soul	A2
O simple spirit guided from above	M
Dear Lady friend devoutest of my choice	U
Thus mayst thou ever evermore rejoice	U

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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